Such large and small whirlwinds surrounded him from all sides, moving at high speed to crush him.
Just as a hint of withdrawal started rising in his heart, it was instantly snuffed out by the Golden Winged Roc.
For every moment, for every breath, these storms grew stronger!
Every breath he wasted would mean less chance of escape."
Without a moment's hesitation...
The Golden Winged Roc immediately charged towards a spectacular storm that appeared slightly smaller.
Just as he broke into the storm, he felt the storm itself was like the sharpest magic treasure in the world, truly assaulting him from all sides, shredding every inch of his body. Fortunately, his magic robe is extremely precious, and his physical strength is vast. Despite being viciously shredded, he can still hold on. But compared to the attack of the wind blades, the endless pull within the whirlwind is the most terrifying and unnerving.
